Dear Diary,
A few nights ago my friend called me in the middle of the night, waking me up. He said that there was an angry mob a block away from my house. I got up, put on my boots, and walked outside. Immediately I could smell the fires. The gas station a block away from my residence had been set on fire. I could see a helicopter overhead. I ran inside and stuff stuffed my valuables and keepsakes into my go-bag. I immediately got in my car I drove as quickly as I could out of the city to my friends house, and spent the last two days watching the country burn while I polished my guns.
The most surreal part was watching on the news as helicopters filmed my neighborhood. I watched as live streamers recorded looting in places a week before I had been shopping.
Absolutely insane